The Video Sampler

12.07.2006

"Paid and laid are only one letter apart"

== Letter to friend
Well **************,
It's been a pleasure meeting you this semester.
Good to know nice people exist in the world.
I wish you all the best in your college adventures the
social ones, the academic ones and the imaginary ones.
I hope that you will meet each day with resilience to it's hazards
and hope for the future. Keep dancing and learning and hugging people
you care about.
Really, it's been nice getting to work on various things with you.
It usually brightened my day. So thank you.
I was going through sort of a hard time this semester but all
the people I met in COMM class made all the difference.
I just wanted to let you know that I appreciated it.
So thank you and have a great break.
-chris
till next time we get to hang out, or talk, or message or
just remember.
===== end of letter
... ....
5:28 PM
ouch
It is not with great enthuasim that I write this now.
News has come in those stranges ways that it does while
going about life as usual or no so usual as some may have it.
I sat there in shock at the screen.
There was miscommunication. But despite that... a message
was clear...
Footsteps came down the hall as I was at a friends house
when I read the spiney thing. The quills still stuck in
my eye's and heart. I couldn't help but to tear up and
quickly decided to depart alone into the dark.
I walked quickly with storms surrounding me.
The cold was chewing on my fists. It seemed both a dream
and as a matter of fact as the rest of my bitten life would have.
I walked home in a cold that cloaked both my body and my soul
and as I stepped inside to type. It clung the way bats do with
claws upon my heart and decided to make home.
All I could think of was this pain. This painful pain that I
grow more tired of everytime every day it happens.
It makes me think.
.... ....
Might I?
.... ....
Retire from the Social Realm
more completely than I already Am?
Where is my life 'really' going?
What is the effect of all these minor disasters to
make the bulk of my that extra piece of life something
I would rather put away than take out and cut myself
with.
If the present pace were to keep up... where am I to
find myself in the future?
Not a place where many people would dwell.
Just I.
And my own little imagination for which I would
play card tricks of cognition for decades before I
finally completel collapse away.